God, You Must Be Crazy (a really short story)

That was early in the morning,
I were just woke up and brew a cup of my daily coffee, black and bitter as usually. A moment later as I lit my cigarettes up, something strange happen.
My room turning into the color of peach, black, blue, white and yellow, a bit red on the corner of the window.
Strange voice incoming and asking
'Son' it say
'Which part of your past year you'd like to re-starting?'
I keep my mouth lightly shut and then
Sip my coffee and smoked my cigarette while thinking
'Is it your '89, your 2001, your 2006 or 2009?'
I keep thinking
'You can start all over again, no need to regret or complain, I understand'
Suddenly those voice appears in front of me as a bright light I barely see, but looks smiled at me
I keep thinking, carefully, toughtfully... A little while longer...
'I want to restart it from the January the year of 2014'
I speak slowly
'Would you repeat it once again, son?'
'I want to restart it from the January the year pf 2014'
I repeat what I already say
As the lights turn around and walk away, said
'Oh God, are you kidding me? You must be crazy'
I smiled, sip my coffee
Smoked my cigarettes as the lights dissolve I can no longer see

God, you're the one that must be crazy
To ask such question to a person like me